Catch 22 || The 11th Doctor and Eleven Fanfiction

She's gone.
They're both... gone.
"The girl who waited and the last centurion," I tested their nicknames on my lips, hoping to get a small flicker of happiness, but I was only met by the weight on my heart doubling.
A tear slipped down my cheek that soon turned into a waterfall.
They're gone.
Dead.

The Doctor is heartbroken, devastated after the death of Amy and Rory.
His heart and mind opens to the screams of humans on Earth.
One stands out, a little girl screaming, "PAPA".

Then I heard it. A young girl screaming "PAPA!," a piercing scream, "PAPA AHH PAPA", louder than all the other cries of children or anyone in the world echoing in my mind. Heartbreaking. Even more than I could feel with two hearts.

After walking for five minutes in the uniform tree line, I saw a tall fence surrounding an ominous brown building which somewhat resembled a prison. There were no windows, only wire mesh lining the entire building and hard concrete pillars in between.
Surely the girl I'm looking for couldn't be in here?

The Doctor uncovers a girl with a dark secret, will the Doctor save her or will she drag him down with her so they both burn.

First they had to find Eleven.
Now they have to find Twenty Two.

A dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions.
"a catch-22 situation".

DISCLAIMER- I do not own the Doctor Who or Stranger Things characters or plot, only my own story.

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